The little crying bag became the furnace of the demon king

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"Trash? Who do you think you are evaluating." Xiao Su's eyes darkened quickly, and the sword under his feet suddenly stopped moving.

Zhexi didn't pay attention, staggered and bumped into Xiao Su's back.

Immediately afterwards, he heard Xiao Su sternly say: "Get down!"

Zhexi opened her eyes wide, staring blankly at Xiao Su's tall but indifferent back.

A few seconds later, those beautiful eyes gradually became gloomy, and all the gloomy, sad, and disappointing emotions merged and condensed into a transparent mist, covering the entire pair of eyes silently.

"Is this your reaction..." There was a bitter arc on Zhexi's lips, he took a few steps back unsteadily, the fists of the hands hanging by his side were clenched tightly.

"Did the deity warn you that he belongs to the deity." Xiao Su turned around, his eyes glanced coldly at Zhexi's face, "If there is another time, if the deity hears any words from you to slander him, the deity will never show mercy .”

"Then you kill me!" Zhexi suddenly raised his voice and roared, "What's wrong with me calling him? Did I say something wrong? Yes! Ordinary cultivation can no longer help you improve your spiritual power. You need a furnace. Back in the cauldron, I persuaded myself to accept that there is such an eyesore around you!

But Xiao Su, what's the use of telling me Zhaoyan?Fengyue exhausted her mind to research medicine and help him develop the function of furnace, but you have used him so far and your spiritual power has not improved at all. Has he really helped you?No!Apart from causing trouble to Han Shan again and again, he has no use for anything! "

"Whether he is useful or not is up to me." The flames between Xiao Su's brows were faintly smoldering, and the fire was deep, like a thousand signs of anger. "You are just a disciple of this Lord who has nothing to do. You are just an outsider. What do you have?" What qualifications do you have to point fingers and criticize the deity's people!"

"Outsider?" Zhe Xi sneered, he pointed to his chest, his voice was filled with bitterness, "I, have been by your side for a thousand years, and the time of a thousand years has been so long, it can't compare to his two months..."

"You can't compare with him." Even though Zhexi's face in front of him was covered with tears, Xiao Su's tone did not soften, his tone was still fierce, his momentum was still overwhelming, and his attitude was still unfeeling, "I advise you to put down what you shouldn't have. The situation is too embarrassing, it's not good for anyone."

"How embarrassing can I be..." Zhexi raised his hand to wipe away the tears on his face with his knuckles, and stood up straight, as if he could keep his little dignity, "You are too ruthless to me... We have been together for thousands of years, but we can't get you a sympathy..."

"Otherwise, what do you wish for?" Xiao Su looked at each other coldly, "I have lived in the world for thousands of years, although I had never tasted love before I met Zhao Yan, but I also know that love is a matter between two people.

I'll pretend I didn't hear what you said today. If you want to continue to be the disciple of the deity, just keep to yourself and don't think about what you shouldn't. "

"Where am I inferior to him?" Zhexi shook his head, he couldn't figure it out, "Cultivation, wisdom, appearance, what is there that I can't compare to! Or is he better because he can live under you? Xiao Su, I don't understand, what exactly do you like about him?"

Xiao Su lost the patience to continue entangled with Zhexi on this topic, he felt annoyed, so the content of his words became more and more decisive: "In the eyes of this deity, you are not as good as him in anything."

After finishing speaking, Xiao Su paused, with a smile on his lips that wanted to completely cut off Zhexi's thoughts on him: "You want to know why the deity fell in love with him, well, the deity can tell you.

The deity saw him at first glance and felt that he must belong to the deity.When he argues with the deity, the deity finds it cute, when he cries, the deity feels distressed, and when he laughs, the deity feels happy.He doesn't need to play the role of the furnace, and the deity still has to be him.You, understand? "

"Heh..." Zhexi sneered, he nodded, his eyes lost focus, "...Okay, I see..."

"Change the sword." After the topic ended, Xiao Su ordered.

Zhe Xi gasped, turned his head, and summoned a spell, which slowly condensed and formed a long black sword.

He widened the distance between Xiao Su and stepped on his own position, which no one can drive him away.

Xiao Su didn't pay him any more attention, walked with his sword, and hurried to Hanshan.

But Zhe Xi's sword did not move for a long time.

He raised his eyelids and looked at Xiao Su's figure who disappeared in front of his eyes in an instant, the expression on his face gradually became gloomy.

He was seriously injured when beheading the demon cultivator who trespassed in the cold mountain before, his body was bleeding profusely, and his spiritual power was damaged so it was difficult for him to cultivate himself.

When Xiao Su picked him up from the ground, seeing that he was so hurt, his eyes didn't change at all.

He thought it was just because of Xiao Su's cold temperament, so he looked at everyone as if he was looking at a stranger.

Now he understands that he has been deceiving himself and others.

The demon's friendship is more important than anyone else's, but he doesn't deserve it, that's all.

"I don't want to... go in..." Zhaoyan stood at the entrance of the Spirit Hall, turned to look at Yun Xiangyi, with a defiant arc on his lips.

Yun Xiangyi met his pitiful gaze with drooping eyes, and his voice was as cold as bone marrow: "I have accepted you as the stove, so you need to be in the same room with me."

"I'm not your furnace." Zhao Yan's eyes were instantly covered with a layer of transparent water mist, and the oiled paper in his hands tightened, "I don't want to be your furnace either."

Yun Xiangyi's face remained silent, staring at Zhaoyan for a long while, without answering.

Then, he took the lead and walked towards the room.

Zhaoyan stayed where he was and did not follow.

He could think of what would happen next, what use would the cauldron be in this world besides lying down for the cultivators to pick it up?

Ke Zhaoyan is not a stove, nor a magic weapon that changes hands if it changes hands.

He is an omega, he is pregnant with Xiao Su's child, and more importantly, he loves Xiao Su.

However, at the next moment, a huge force grabbed his body and pulled him fiercely towards the Spirit Hall.

"Ah!" Zhaoyan's leaning forward body almost fell, and he broke out in a cold sweat.

Yun Xiangyi caught him.

His embrace was cold, and Zhaoyan's arms were not warm.

Zhaoyan began to struggle violently, desperately pushing the opponent's chest, trying to stay away from him: "You let me go, you can't, force me!"

In the face of his resistance, Yun Xiangyi's eyes still had no waves and ups and downs, like an endless lake, without any trace of wind.

He seemed to regard Zhaoyan as dust, so he didn't take his sorrows and joys seriously.

"The cauldron is nothing more than a magic weapon." Yun Xiangyi said, "Now that I have it, whether I use it or not has nothing to do with your wishes?"

Zhaoyan couldn't break free several times, sweating from the heat, but shivering because the arms holding him were too cold.

He felt uncomfortable physically and mentally, and wanted to cry: "That's not what you said before... You said that I didn't approve of Xiao Su, so you did it... But now, I recognize Xiao Su, and I want to be with him , so how can you, forcibly plunder?"

"You didn't help him improve his cultivation." Yun Xiangyi replied, "Can I explain that you didn't accept the Demon Lord."

"No, no, I accept it!" Zhaoyan increased his voice anxiously, his eye circles were red, "It's me who is useless, I'm not a furnace, so I can't help him."

"Isn't it the furnace?" Yun Xiangyi glanced at Zhaoyan's neck, and the next moment, the black neckband was cut by the spiritual power and slid down along the snow-white neck.

The tripod fragrance is clear and light, sweet and delicious.Like a juicy peach, it can overflow with sweet and greasy water with a light pinch, which is fragrant and charming.

Even Yun Xiangyi couldn't resist the attraction of this taste.

His slender eyelashes drooped, and he tilted his head to the other's neck and sniffed gently.

That face is clear and cold like a god, not disturbed by the mortal world, not invaded by the ups and downs in the air, even making such an intimate act, it looks noble and cannot be tarnished.

"That's it, Xiao Su made it for me." Zhaoyan watched his favorite gift slip off his body, he was so annoyed that he pushed Yun Xiangyi away, who was a little dazed, and squatted down to pick up the neckband.

Zhao Yan patted it carefully, trying to shake off the dust that might be on it, with gentle movements, like wiping a treasure.

"It's broken..." Zhaoyan found the split in the middle, and couldn't get it back no matter what, the eye feathers trembled sadly, and were drenched with tears after a while.

Xiao Su has been working on it for a long time, spent many years of spiritual power, and it was broken just like that...

"If you can't forget, I can erase all your memories." Yun Xiangyi said indifferently.

Zhaoyan was startled, and immediately raised his head: "Flick away, memory?"

Yun Xiangyi: "If this can make you no longer sad, it would be a good way."

"It's as if you wanted to help me..." Zhaoyan was clumsy in his verbal expression, but he was not so stupid that he couldn't see the cause and effect, "You brought me here, you injured Xiao Su, you made me not happy..."

"The matter has come to this, there is no other way." Yun Xiangyi really couldn't understand where the sorrow of the magic weapon came from, he might be comforting, so he said, "The aura of the furnace is easy to dissipate, and the life is easy to run out. During this period, I will take care of your life."

"No, it's rare." Zhao Yan resolutely refused.

Yun Xiangyi's eyes remained unchanged, but his voice was decisive: "Since that's the case, it's useless to talk more."

Zhaoyan was frightened by the other party's suddenly cold aura and took several steps back. He leaned his back against the door, his body shivering because of the cold or fear.

He saw Yun Xiangyi raised his hand.

The white aura gathers at the fingertips, which looks clean and harmless, but it is clear that this is all appearance.

At the moment when the aura hit him, he quickly raised his arms, covered his head tightly, and cried for mercy: "I will not cry in front of you in the future, don't take away my memory, I beg you ..."

He doesn't want to forget the knowledge he has learned, and he doesn't want to forget the only person he has met in the past 18 years who takes his emotions to heart.

Yun Xiangyi froze.

After a few seconds, he withdrew his aura: "Really?"

Zhao Yan wiped away the tears from his face indiscriminately, and then wiped the tears a second time without wiping them clean once. He shrank his body and nodded, his nose was still red: "Don't make me forget Xiao Su, I will, listen to you..."

"My catastrophe is approaching, and I need to use your body to improve my cultivation during this period." Yun Xiangyi stretched out his hand to Zhaoyan, and he didn't waste time, "If you are ready, start now."

Zhaoyan felt dizzy for a while.

He is being persecuted.

The slender and clean hand that stretched out towards him had a temperature completely opposite to that of Xiao Su's. He didn't like it, hated it, resisted it, and was afraid of it.

But he couldn't help it.

Zhaoyan raised his hand tremblingly, and placed it in the opponent's palm.In the other hand, the neck brace that Xiao Su made for him was being held tightly, and he was reluctant to let go at all.

The body fell into the arms of the stranger.

The body lay on an unfamiliar bed.

The belt was torn off.

The clothes fell, and the sugar bag inside fell to the ground, making a dull sound.

Hearing this voice, Zhao Yan couldn't stop anymore, stretched out his hands to cover his face, trying to hide his tears firmly, so that the other party would not find out.

But he finally sobbed: "I beg you, I beg you to let me go, I have Xiao Su's child, I can't do this..."

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